Paul and I had a simply lovely walk down at the Quay and then he treated me to sopa de tortilla and hot chocolate, both of which were simply scrumptious (Paul owned to being impressed at how fast I demolished the soup). We didn’t give blood, thanks to things&stuff because reasons, but there’s an appointment later this week.
I broke down and made an appointment to get a crown, having previously thought that handing over a month’s income was a bit much and then I realized I was being a moron. I can borrow the money, I can sell stuff to cover it, I can put it on my credit card. It really hurts – I’m in constant tooth pain – and we KNOW how this story goes. Until the tooth comes out, it’s all downhill from here. And it’s all because there was a piece of metal in a pancake at IHOP two years ago. Shit.
Doxie sent me another scanning unit, which took a charge promptly and which I am about to test. DOXIE HAS AWESOME CUSTOMER SUPPORT Y’ALL and considering what a tempestuous clown I was asking for support it goes double.
Keith and Paul and Jeff and I hung out after the walk.
Tarot reading yesterday with a friend. It was essentially the same as the last one, in that it said “Shit’s gonna fly, everything will be okay at the end.” More specifics don’t seem to be coming. The future’s uncertain and the end is always near.
Katie is hopefully coming Friday, with Alex, to cut my hair.
